Modus Operandi

by Mr Woodnote & Lil Rhys

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    In 2011 Mr.Woodnote & Lil Rhys created ‘Modus Operandi’, their first album as a duo. Mr.Woodnote’s beats, horns and compositions never fail to satisfy and the genre smashing rhythms are complimented by Lil Rhys’ tight lyrical flow and imaginative content. The album also features Eva Lazarus on tracks such as ‘Diamonds in the Dirt’ and ‘Spacedust’; her serene and striking vocals have elevated the sound to the a whole new level.

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released July 8, 2012

All tracks performed by Mr Woodnote, Lil Rhys and featured artists. Produced by Mr Woodnote.
All Lyrics written by Lil Rhys (& Eva Lazarus on 'Space Dust' and 'Diamonds In The Dirt'). All music created by Mr Woodnote using only sounds from his face, saxophone, EWI, flute and lots of effects (& MOE on keys 'Real Power' & 'Count Me In' & Jimvincible on bass ' 2nd Hand Jam'.

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Track Name: 2nd Hand Jam - feat. Jimvincible (bass)
Well they don't make 'em like this, they make 'em like that,
We made this tight track just to take you right back,
And hook you like crack, hit you like a spiked bat,
I wouldn't want to hurt you, man, I wouldn't like that,
On my flight path I take flight, circumnavigate life,
No need for brake lights, we're tighter than drainpipes,
Aint right then fix it, have another biscuit,
Dunk it, you can dip it whilst I spit a couple lyrics,
Kipping, counting sheep, drowned in dreams, sound asleep,
Only waking up because the music keeps on pounding me,
I found my feet, I make my way around the beat,
Use the kind of speech they could do with up in Downing Street,
On the bounding seas we'll make waves, the great apes,
We'll break chains, embrace pains and race to the space age,
On the same page? Say "Yes!", pat your back and stay blessed,
Wrap yourself in music and stay fresh.

They don't make 'em like this anymore,
Type to get the breakers all out on the floor,
They don't make 'em like this anymore,
Type to get the graffers, writing up on the wall,
They don't make 'em like this anymore,
Type to get the MC saying "That's raw!"
They don't make 'em like this anymore,
And we aint saying nothing that you aint heard before.

So let's party 'til we're hopeless and coatless and phone-less,
And halfway to homeless with nasty hangovers,
Getting hold of anything to smoke is a bonus,
Awful aromas and oddball personas,
Losing focus like my whole generation,
We know we're getting fucked, we can feel the penetration,
Hate the situation we get too much information,
We talk about our fears but we rarely tend to face 'em,
This is for the inter-nation, all of us, the planet,
We know we're soon to vanish but you never see us panic,
Though the facts are stacked and they're absolutely savage,
We heard a lot of Bob and we're way to busy jamming,
"We're Jammin, Jammin, and I hope you like Jammin Too",
What can we do to keep it smoove? Play a tune let it slay all your blues,
And keep it cool while your under the groove.

They don't make 'em like this anymore,
Type to get the breakers all out on the floor,
They don't make 'em like this anymore,
Type to get the graffers, writing up on the wall,
They don't make 'em like this anymore,
Type to get the MC saying "That's raw!"
They don't make 'em like this anymore,
And we aint saying nothing that you aint heard before.
Track Name: Real Power - feat. MOE (keys)
Can you feel it?
It's like an intravenous link between us,
It feeds us, it's the juice that operates the speakers,
Such a small space stretching to the furthest reaches,
Like the big picture shatters in a million pieces,
Everything's in tatters, that's when nothing matters,
Without a crowd, what's the fucking point in being rappers,
No one to be your backers, no one to read your chapters,
No one to say they felt your lyrics when they see you after,
They wanna turn us down, they wanna throw us out,
They wanna ask us why, all we do is show 'em how,
Going south, all these bodies glisten like they're soaking brows,
We occupy this space, all the time we know is now,
So in these shady forums we try and break the boredom,
Some aint too good with words and feel the music says it for 'em,
Like a willing donor ready to donate an organ,
We give our hearts in every second of this great decorum.

(Hook x2)

When I hear your voice,
It makes me feel louder,
Looking in your eyes,
It makes me feel proud of,
Our Connection,
This aint a lesson in life,
But the energy keeps telling me it's real power.

There's a zone,
Stay at home and you'll never find it,
Like a stylus in the groove of the open minded,
Timeless but we always give ourselves reminders,
Eyes closed, blinded, feel each other like we're psychic,
Life's our preparation, we keep our reservations,
We need no explanation still there's deep investigation,
Questions test our patience, answers kept us waiting,
So we follow breadcrumbs to these destinations,
Feel the air move, I feel the heat flowing,
I see a glowing coming from us and it keeps growing,
Knowing no one, letting go of all the loads you're towing,
Slowing moments, stretching space, I can see it bowing,
Time to count your losses, come from out the office,
You don't have to worry 'bout it we can bounce your bosses,
We'll never let 'em stop us, we'll always share our prophets,
So much promise in this real power coming from us.

(Hook x2)

When I hear your voice,
It makes me feel louder,
Looking in your eyes,
It makes me feel proud of,
Our Connection,
This aint a lesson in life,
But the energy keeps telling me it's real power.
Track Name: Count Me In - feat. Eva Lazarus & MOE (keys)
People can you lead me, through these seas,
'Cause I need you like you need me,
Like they need them, like he needs she,
Like the birds need bees and the sun needs breeze,
But the curtain's drawn, no one sees,
Past the TV screens and the DVDs,
We bleed these scenes to feed cheap dreams,
Of living high lives up on easy street,
Some cry, some ask why,
Most act numb as the days pass by,
But hey, that's life, you can say that twice,
Like cest la vie but you pay that price,
When you take advice from the slave inside,
Wasting time then the grave says hi,
Made that mind you can change that mind,
And chase that high to the faceless sky.

All I really wanna see is…
1love 2gether Free minds 4ever,
You can count me in…
1love 2gether Free minds 4ever,
This is how we could be kids….
1love 2gether Free minds 4ever,
Whatever,
So Can I count you in?

Unsure where to go but certain we can find it,
Even if we're blinded children of a virus,
Filling up our minds with our findings,
Searching for a high with a burning in our sinus,
Our vices turn into our crisis,
Turning up our climate, Churning up inside us,
Blurring up our brightness, Earning us a minus,
That derives from the messages and pressures of the righteous,
We make that slip and take that trip,
Those that don't know shit go and fake that lip,
Then they grow old, fall down, break that hip,
And can't wait for the docs to medicate that hit,
There's still a beat in every heart rate that skips,
Still a path in every line of cocaine that's sniffed,
A face behind the clouds when we blaze fat spliffs,
Never too wasted to raise that fist.

All I really wanna see is…
1love 2gether Free minds 4ever,
You can count me in…
1love 2gether Free minds 4ever,
This is how we could be kids….
1love 2gether Free minds 4ever,
Whatever,
So Can I count you in?
Track Name: Dealer?
I'm puffing, racing at my fast pace,
It's 5 past 8, I hope my man's late,
I got to try and sort out my mate's eighth,
'Cause no one round my way can find some grade,
I call him, he says he'll be right there "wait",
I wish he'd just let me swing by his place,
20 minutes later and he pipes up caked,
Going on about how he's got no time now days,
At least getting paid, I do it for a favour,
Saving my mates time for blazing up later,
Some take the piss, never offering a taster,
When you end asking them they see you as a traitor,
A faker, a taker, why've they got to pay ya,
Not long ago they were calling you a saviour,
Aint a major I just wanted to say that,
I aint really a dealer but I do the behaviour.

It's a lot of stress,
I do my best,
But it's a mess sometimes,
So while you're sitting,
Watching your clock ticking,
I'm committing your crimes.

I'm a junglist soldier ready to rave,
Fat line up lined up, heavy as bass,
Meeting for a few at the regular place.
'Cause the clubs are so expensive we're ahead of the game,
My phone goes; someone trying to get me again,
I'll answer, whoever's there just better behave,
Don't mean to sound all bitter, I'm just set in my ways,
'Cause I know they want some pills or some MDMA,
Made an hours trek, it was stress from the outset,
Loads of smoking, I'm trying to keep my mouth fresh,
Scoured the South West, now a few pounds less,
For a little powder and some tablets with brown specks,
I don't believe it, the queue aint gone down yet,
Answer phone; "easy mate, why aint you down yet?",
With that I'm in, it sounds fresh,
Then I'm busted by this big bad bitch of a bouncer,

It's a lot of stress,
I do my best,
But it's a mess sometimes,
So while you're sitting,
Watching your clock ticking,
I'm committing your crimes.

We're chilling, drinking and laughing at mine,
I'm rolling up spliffs, my buddy's racking up lines,
He asks me if I'd mind looking after a nine,
And if it's fine? he'd even splash a half for my time,
Pretty sweet deal, in the back of my mind,
I know that I can make a little cash on the side,
I turn around and tell him "I don't happen to mind,
But if I'm busted I'm only doing half of the time",
Class As aint a joke not like blazing a smoke,
If this was Arabia I'd pay with a rope,
My mate's ok 'cause I'm making him notes,
While everyday I'm taking cocaine and I'm broke,
I know it may sound like I'm changing my tone,
But I'm bound to I've got about an eighth up my nose,
Fuck me! I think I've got a vein gonna blow,
When you aint a real dealer that's the way that it goes.

Aint really a dealer,
You know those people,
Type to sort you out with a gram or a kilo,
Aint the ones driving round a brand new Evo,
You call 'em when you feel a bit too hanging to leave home,
You know those people,
Doing it for change, being nice or a free smoke,
Mobile going off like the fucker's on free phone,
You aint a dealer? then why does it seem so?

It's a lot of stress,
I do my best,
But it's a mess sometimes,
So while you're sitting,
Watching your clock ticking,
I'm committing your crimes.
Track Name: A Way - feat. Eva Lazarus
I know how you feel, nothing seems real,
Still your up everyday making bread for a meal,
You can't get enough, can't bring yourself to steal,
But you've had it up to here being stuck in a wheel,
Everywhere you turn there's a person getting burned,
But it aint your concern just another lesson learned,
Don't get what you deserve, only getting what you earn,
Feeling sick to you stomach while it twists and churns,
Going for broke, keep rowing your boat,
Never knowing the ropes, but your hoping you float,
Thinking how to make a change while you're blowing your smoke,
But there's no where to go and you're so unprovoked,
Your friends understand 'cause they say the same things,
All living for the night knowing what the day brings,
Try and and tell yourself it's right but there's no mistaking,
You Wanna fall in love with life but it's just a fake fling,


It's a struggle, everybody's caught up in the bubble,
Priorities are muddled, trying to build up from the rubble,
We squeeze and we cuddle try and ease up the trouble,
But never get our clever heads together in a huddle,
You take bad advice from the world's parasites,
And they tell you someday we can all have it nice,
Look up to the sky, try and spot the satellites,
Take your mind off the child trying to find a bag of rice,
It's fucked, fucked with a capital F U,
Over, under and around, so much shit to get through,
Can't set sail, heave-ho or set to,
Scared to take a gamble plus nobody bets you,
Your girl says she's fine but you wanna give her more,
Wanna show her what whole wide world's got in store,
Sighing every time you stick your keys in your door,
Stepping on pile of red letters on your floor,

(Hook x2)
Can anybody out there find a way,
I need to break free, take my mind away,
Don't know what's wrong, can't see what right,
But I need to take flight to a brighter place.

The say life's a bitch, with fleas and an itch,
Don't need a lot of money but you wanna be rich,
Powers sewn up, still the planet's unstitched,
Get with the programme or else you're a glitch,
Looking at the globe through the eyes of the news,
Only getting one angle on your own point of view,
Fear makes you weird and you aint got a clue,
What the hell you can do if it's all fucking true,
It's a panic, trying to make sense of a planet,
When your own little world's too mad for you to manage,
Feeling like a gannet when you're munching your sandwich,
And you think about the ravaged people out there famished,
Searching for solutions, wanna make some home improvements,
So you play your Tracy Chapman, chat about a revolution,
Get some good ideas but you're never gonna use 'em,
Look after number one and blame the rest on evolution,

(Hook x2)
Can anybody out there find a way,
I need to break free, take my mind away,
Don't know what's wrong, can't see what right,
But I need to take flight to a brighter place.
Track Name: Serious
I heard about this bloke but I don't remember his name,
He was all for loving he saw a mugging and thought he'd step in the way,
And I bet, when he left, he never expected that that was the end of his days,
And I bet there's regret to lengths in a head on a stretch in the depths of a cage,
So laugh with me! 'Cause it's all just a joke, man it has to be,
A family grieves at a value price and a standard slice of insanity,
Two bad boys had grab a feast, no cash so it had to be fast and free,
A man got served up, world is a circus, murdered for burgers at Maccy Ds,
Life's unfortunate but a hell of a gas when you're caught in it,
With it's highs & lows, and it's ebbs & flows, and it's sweet little angels and naughty kids,
Thieves broke an old man's door with kicks, he hobbled downstairs then he caught 'em quick,
Then he turned around and started talking shit, so they beat him to death with his walking stick.

Serious? I'll give you serious,
AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!
Aint it funny?
'Cause if you don't laugh then you cry,
But still it all passes you by.
You want serious? I'll give you serious,
AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!
Aint it funny?
'Cause if you don't laugh then you cry,
But still it all passes you by.

I heard about this mum, now I'm just trying to think where from?
Yeah I remember, I think the presenter said somewhere in West London,
She's just finished slaving, a real long day, on the way to get her sons,
Then her hand gets chopped off, bang to the head, now she's dead by her ex-husband,
And how we laughed as we skipped through the words of the paragraph,
And events unfold on the 7 year old who got starved in her very own habitat,
In the cabbage patch, such a savage act, get this - if you really thought that was bad?
They got manslaughter in court 'cause, of course, the cause was the mum and stepdad were mad,
I caught my breath and I saw the reporter give tales of a torture - a torso in water,
Hideous, pretty much drawn up and quarter, a slaughter, disorder.
Oh what a corker! I chortled so much that I brought up my Korma,
Applause for the victim an awesome performer. They sent the award for his corpse to his daughter.

Serious? I'll give you serious,
AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!
Aint it funny?
'Cause if you don't laugh then you cry,
But still it all passes you by.
You want serious? I'll give you serious,
AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!
Aint it funny?
'Cause if you don't laugh then you cry,
But still it all passes you by.
Track Name: WWW Dot
Caught in a world wide web by a spider, my provider always tying me tighter,
I see the teeth of this mega-byter as it chomps on my mind making everything cyber,
Sat in a puddle of piss and saliva, shit stained pants, I'm trapped like a lifer,
Spider's my jailer, my emperor, my kaiser, curtains closed making this world brighter,
Laughing out loud so I blend, even though I didn't make a sound I pretend,
Need to communicate so I press send and send another smiley face to my best friends,
I'm waiting for my life to pend, I don't know when it started but I want it to end,
This is the realm of myths and legends, where my sixth sense can stretch and extend,
Swimming through a sea of boobs, my crude intellect thinks it's all so rude,
Which one of you dudes called me a nube, Might put my size 11 shoe deep in your tube,
Can't quite define my mood, Use a confused face and it might be excused,
Stuck in one man feud, glued, there's nobody around to report the abuse,
Am I here for relationships, friends or dates, I tell her how I feel, am I gonna get traced?
Better use a pseudonym just in case, through the six degrees she might know my mates,
I've got to get out of this place, I can't take the pace of my face and space,
Everything seems to ache, and someone's sent an ice-cream that I can't taste.

W W W Dot!
W W W What?!
W W W Dot!
Why won't all the damn Ws stop?!

The spider knows what I need, but it makes me slow, controlling my speed,
Stuck in the web it weaves, squeezed, I don't where to turn or what to believe,
Then it makes my whole world freeze, it never thaws out though I beg and plead,
Sometimes I kick and scream but it's mean and it grins with glee on my god damn screen,
No room to manoeuvre, I'm a looser of a user, doing nasty things with the hoover,
Wanna be a shaker and a mover but i've turned into stone as I stare at medusa,
I'm a virtual consumer, a chooser, feeding of the chips of my trusty computer,
Super, lost in the maze of my router, spider still all over my back like loofah,
I can see the whole world here from my window, nobody can see me, no need to tip-toe,
Light's keep flashing in my digital disco, my fingers dance, there's a pain in my wrist though,
Is any of this real or am I going schitzo? Fuck it! I don't even need brains or machismo,
All I need's a double click, click, quit, close and I assume power of this little gizmo,
That's it, over, cut, severed, finally I can say goodbye forever,
Bye bye my technological terror, I'm gonna miss all our precious time together,
Then the spider sends me one last letter, promising more, it will all be better,
Delirious, thought I'd be more clever, never learn from experience and critical error.

W W W Dot!
W W W What?!
W W W Dot!
Why won't all the damn Ws stop?!